If I were to have my very own genie to grant me three wishes, as in days of old, I would ask for but one- let not this new-found bliss come to an end, although it is said all good things must. And even as I bask, sated in my enchanted oasis dark clouds loom on the horizon. Unpleasantries, complications ( those things that must be dealt with.) taint what joy I have gleaned while caught in a whirlwind. Yet, I have my solace and guide midst lashing grains of sand - my desert star shines brightly. And so, I grasp what positive drifts my way, salvage what I can this " shipwreck" just another episode of a bizarre life. But I do not complain only ponder my future and hope to play my cards wisely- carefully. While sometimes I think of Shakespeare's tangled web wondering, am I spider or prey?
© azure warrior
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